"I don't think it'll make you feel any better, but this Arkham thing isn't how I was introduced to the City. This is new. New and very unpleasant. When I got here, I walked out of my work building onto the street here. It was a very bizarre experience."
Jennifer thought about it for a moment. "I suppose it's not all bad. The place provides you a job if you need one. A place to live. Food. I've met some very interesting people since I've been here. To be honest, this is a better place than where I come from, sure there have been some really weird experiences, I'm not sure I enjoyed being a zombie very much. But all in all, it's pretty nice."
A doctor entered the room then, handing them each a piece of paper. Jennifer read hers and it said that she was now free and clear. She was half expecting there to be a big rubber stamped "sane" across the paper, but there wasn't. She even turned it over to look at the back and make sure. Of course she hoped that John's would say the same thing, but part of her felt a little annoyed that that could be the case. That he wouldn't have to sit in the blasted room for hours and hours.
Without saying anything, the doctor was gone.
"What does yours say?" She asked her new friend. "I wonder if they expect me to walk out of here in these jammies, or if they've got my stuff anywhere..."